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Half this pricks don't know what we been tru
Stash got lost food got dashed boys in blue
Back like we never left I spit
Crack like a bit

All black on me, like that All day,
Spit crack on beats, like that Cocaine,
Put out that heat, like that propane,
Got crazy dope in my blood, like

and laugh
Cuz with the skeletons packed in my closest, I can't relax
As a boy I wondered, when will I walk away
When will a good day walk my way
Stop by, say

or a mall
They wanna see shock and awe, I'm on knife drawn
Show 'em how another Reich falls
What I'm discussin' ain't appealin' neither was New Zealand,

funk up the beat, like body odor 
Peace all I need, I thought I told ya
Speak what I mean like Pac to Soulja 
Boy, what a mess. It's time to go bruh

What they
Been saying
Lil baby
The rumours
Aren't true
Sending out
The beats
To the rappers
It was
A smart move
I took
A year or two
To chill
But they

do whatever I say
80 degrees walking out in the mink coat
Never fall for a hoe
What I gotta sink for?
Already lit, what do I need to drink for?
Oh for

fall, no-one catch me
Alone lonely, I'll overdose slowly
Get scared, I'll scream and shout"
But you know it won't matter, she'll be passing out
I said

complainin
Keep you happy until my days end
Hear me out
I'm all in my emotions
Running through my brain boy you know that you coasting
Go and get a ring I'm

stay awhile
Could measure our connection
With a holy resurrection
And confuse our satisfaction
Just to reach out there and catch it
Got no limit and I

the fact that it ain't easy to catch up
All I need is the deal my life kosher plus I'm
Steaming my onions and blowin all the strength I can muster
I'm Hot

Got'cha boy on the run and if they catch me it's over,
Rollin' in a Nova,
Three-fifty packin' a forty-caliber Mag importer,
Declarin' war, on the system,

Emerald Era
Oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh
Oh, oh oh oh
Fall down, get back up that's just how life goes
Been going hard and I can't complain

T-shirt Weather in the Manor

Kano

Made in the Manor

2016

what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
The Gs come out when the sun goes in

all life except for squid (What)
Walk the wrong path, deviated by demons
While you faggot mother fuckers inegreated by semen
Lure you into my web check

and gents

So check it out, y'all, kick it



It's time, time, time for the freaker to kick it through your speaker

For the B-boys and Jameekahs, contrary

Freestyle

Cubo

Da Bottom, Vol. 7

2006

when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining rocks in

yo we outside fuck the quarantine
niggas gotta get money its still a war queens
on the avenues and boulevards
u could have ur tool and still catch

on the mic bussin' like a AK better vacate clickclat bang
They use to call me CrookBoy the Gutta Guy I would wild out back in the day
Cleaned up my ways but

Niggas, Cambodians
Or go against the police
Thugged Out like Napolean
Grab the milli, from my belly, catch new welly
Slugs in your Pelle Pelle, smell me

find out when I die
But I believe in the God who died for me by getting crucified uh

Did you ever think I'd get this big nigga
Young biggie big headed

to start shit
I fall asleep when you rap
Oh snap guess what I saw
c dirty white bastard undoing your girl's bra
I hurl a running circular saw at your gut

me, I don't fall for that
Lil' boy throwin' shades on Instagram
We gon' find his mama house
All that shit you talkin', just don't add up, please

turned on your day 1s
No I can’t figure it out
I got your back until u can get up by yourself
No you can’t get what you want
I think these people is